Above the Ninth Heaven stands a palace among the clouds. If someone had sat there since the beginning of all things, would loneliness have driven them mad? But what does divine madness look like? What is he striving so relentlessly to find? Could it be nothing more than a simple greeting, enough to break the icy silence and set him free? And the woman who has always seemed so indifferent: does the starry sky she gazes up at hold a place for her? And the city of Qing, sealed in ice and snow, who is it keeping captive? Or is the dazed rabbit in the crook of her arm the key to ending it all? Or will this tangled story end only to become tangled all over again?
